This is a song about "Model"

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Together all the timethought it was true love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Up to a nigga. what type of role model am i? i love my brotha and i don't want

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Never said i was a role model so don't point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint